Garet

Name: Garet
Age: 30
Race: Hobbit
Sex: Male
Hair: White
Eyes: Black
Weight: 90 pounds
Height: 3 feet, 8 inches

Weapon: Walking stick(Used like a staff, and has been made unbreakable by the elves.)
Armor:

Strengths: Garet can move silently, and his short size makes him hard to hit.
Weakness: Garet's always carrying a big pack around, so it somewhat slows him down, and he isn't really good at using his walking stick for defending himself.
Skills/Magic:

Personality: He's likes to be alone, mainly becaus his hair's been made fun of, and he's merciless when it comes to fighting, and hates being mistaken for a dwarf.
Appearance: Garet's white hair is curled like most hobbit's, and like most hobbits, he doesn't wear any shoes, and his feet have hair all over them. he wears a pitch black cloak, along with brown shorts that go beyond his knees. He carries a walking stick with him wherever he goes.

History: Almost anyone who didn't know about Garet's white hair would assume that he lived a comfortable life, and never had any adventures. That was far from true. Everey day, from the moment he was born, Garet had to endure taunts from other hobbits, young and old alike, about his white hair. No one knew why he had it, but they knew it wasn't from old age. Garet was still reletively young for a hobbit, and had just gotten his inheretence: A poor hobbit hole that had smelled of rotten cabbages, and had nothing but dirt in it. Garet hated his home, but he lived in it for a time. Then it happened, he had recieved one too many taunts.

He packed all his belongings, and grabbed his walking stick, and left his hobbit hole, and the town of Hobbiton, behind. After days of traveling, he had come to the river, Brandywine. Garet walked across the newly built bridge, and into Buckland. He had hoped that the people there would accept him, but unfortunately, they made fun of his hair, just like the people in Hobbiton. Garet, in a rage, walked through Buckland, and left the Shire for good.

Along the way to the Misty Mountains, he had encountered some elves, who were heading toward the sea. After a long talk with them, they showed him how to fight with his walking stick, and enchanted it so it would never break, and leave him defenseless. Garet thanked them, and continued his travedls toward the Misty Mountains.

Looks fine to me. I don't think that we've got any other hobbits here, heh...

*stamps with the Stamp of Approval +10*